Come with me To the mountain top, Where the crest touches The sky And the air so pure,

Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,

The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,

Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.

When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.

An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos

Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.

Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,

A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.

To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to

Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;

The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes

When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer

Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy

You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own